#jonsocializes

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[The door is thrown open, it was…clearly not a statement giver. And there enters Tim, his hair a little messy, and he has an angry scowl that has never been aimed at Jon before.]

“Tickets.”

[Tim spits the word out like it explains everything. It does.]

— @considermeblown-up

"I told you to come to me first," Jon mutters, but just nods. "Right. Right um, you want them, I assume." He starts at the ground, not looking at Tim. He tears at the skin around his nails, and takes in a breath, as if steeling himself for battle.

[imgonnaquitmyjob]

Indroduction

Tim insisted that I make an account on here so. Here, I suppose.

Jon Sims, head archivist. I want to quit my job and everyone I work with. Thats it.

#jontalks - just regular posts

#jonanswers - answering asks

#jonsocializes - conversations

#jonagrees - reblogs

#joncontinues - self reblog

#Statement Begins - transcripts from tape recordings

#statement ends - last post of transcript thread

Jon sims role play blog!!! For funzies!!! Run by @we-the-maggotsss. Feel free to make an account to rp with mee and stuff.

Set somewhere in late season one early season two I think, we'll see how it goes.

If you don't wanna see tma roleplay stuff just block the 'institution archival team' tag :]

[imgonnaquitmyjob]

John hears the repetition of clicking, the sound of a high voice repeating over and over through static. It's a jovial voice, a scratch against the ears as it pierces as a murmur through the breakroom's door. That, alongside another hoarse voice. If he is to lean against the shut entrance, the mummers of a familiar man are audible. Audible in the slightest way.

Charming Doll.

"Doll."

He has the choice to enter.

Jon slowly pushes the door open. He does not notice that the tape recorder in his bag has clicked on.

"Whats-" his voice trails off

[imgonnaquitmyjob]

Knock, knock.

Who is it Archivist ?

A platinum haired man peaks into the office room with a call, soft yet shaky. "I, uhm,, excuse me ? Mr. Sims ? I just wanted to check in with you, to see if you're alright."

It's Reid, and he's brought the Archivist a warm cup of black tea.

- ( @reidharding )

[Jon glances up. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, and has at least two jackets on, though still seems to be shivering slightly.]

Oh, Hi you're, the new hire yes. Hello um- I'm,, fine. Back at work. and all.

[imgonnaquitmyjob]

er… hello? I was told this was the archivist office, do you know where they are..? [a woman asked, tapping Jon on the shoulder as he was putting something up.] I… I need to give a statement.

@strangers-mechanic

Jon glances back, looking arguably worse for wear. "Oh yes yes this is um, that's me just, take a seat." He runs a hand through his messy hair and grabs a tape recorder.

[imgonnaquitmyjob]

I used to eat frozen solid bread crust

Oh. Right.

People are getting too comfortable on my blog.

[imgonnaquitmyjob]

“There was this, this thing! This voice, on the blog! And it- it- it was talking and I found it when I was just, you know— I was only searching around and messaging Tim’s blog and then it happened, and- and—”

He takes a beat to breathe, another in silence before Reid settles his mind and voice lucid.

“There’s something that took your assistant. Something out there.”

What took him okay what- I know he's,, gone or something that doesn't help okay how do we get him back?

[Jon stands up]

[imgonnaquitmyjob]

“Hello, is this— I, uhm, ah,, Is this Jonathan Sims? The Magnus Institute’s head archivist? I- I need to talk to you. This is Reid Harding, a new hire here! File clerk— but, er, still, new hire! It’s about Timothy Stoker !”

Yes this is- yes yes it is do you- do you know where he is? What happened to him?